The Bad Side Of Town (story Written By My Husband)

"Jesus, it's a bit seedy round here, isn't it?" I said to my wife as we walked out of the movie theatre and headed towards a row of cabs at the end of the street. I hadn't noticed when we entered the theatre early in the evening, but now that it was dark things seemed very different.

"Yeah, I guess so," my wife replied. "It's always had a bit of a reputation, this place."

Across the street from us there were two young black women standing at the corner. They wore very short skirts, stockings and high heels. They were obviously prostitutes. A few yards in front of us another girl dressed the same way was leaning into the window of a car that had just stopped by the side of the road. Seconds later she was inside and I expected to see the car drive off so they could find somewhere deserted to conduct business. As my wife and I walked past I glanced inside the car to see the girl's hand reach for the driver's lap. She unzipped his **** and bent over him, enveloping it in her mouth. I turned rapidly away only to find my wife had stopped walking with me. She was stood beside the car, brazenly staring at what was going on inside. I grabbed her arm, and pulled her alongside me.

"Amy. What do you think you're doing?" I asked her.

"Did you see that? Oh my God," she began to laugh, holding her hands over her face.

"I think we'd better get out of here."

"How about we go for a drink?" she asked.

"Okay," I said. "Let's get a cab somewhere,"

"What's wrong with somewhere around here?" she asked.

"I don't think that's such a good idea," I said. Apart from the hookers, there was also what looked like a gang of drug dealers hanging around at the end of the street.

"Oh, come on Jason. Where's your sense of adventure? Let's go somewhere with a bit of life for a change."

This wasn't the first time that my wife had commented on my lack of spontaneity and the fact that we always went to the same places all the time. I had even argued about us coming to the cinema here tonight, instead of our usual multiplex, but Amy had insisted, saying she was bored and wanted to try somewhere different. My wife telling me that she was bored was becoming a frequent topic of conversation lately. I am almost ten years older than Amy and there were times when the age difference became all too apparent.

"Where do you suggest?"

"Um, I don't know. How about over there," she said, pointing to a shady lounge bar across the street, with a bright neon sign displaying the words "Jake's Bar". There was loud music blaring from inside. My first instinct was to laugh and say no chance, but I could see that Amy expected me to do that. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing me too well, and anyway we wouldn't have to stay too long if it was really bad.

"Okay," I said. "Let's go."

She looked a little surprised that I didn't argue about it, but she said nothing and took my arm as we crossed the street. As we entered the bar everybody inside stopped talking and turned to look at us. We looked really out of place there, just as I knew we would. All the other patrons were black apart from two young white girls standing by the bar, who were both dressed in a mini skirt and boob tube combination. It made me feel really uncomfortable, especially as the people didn't look to be too welcoming of strangers. I was about to tell Amy that we should leave, but she held my arm and dragged me towards the bar.

As soon as we had ordered a couple of beers from the bartender, the raucous laughter and loud conversation started up again. Amy and I took our bottles and sat down in one of the empty booths at the back of the bar.

"So you like it here, huh?" I asked.

"It's okay. At least the people are having a good time," she said. But I noticed that she seemed to be on edge, and kept looking around her nervously.

I followed her eyes. There was no-one sitting near us and the only people visible were the ones standing near the bar. A large bearded black man was trying to get one of the girls in mini-skirts to dance with him, but she just pushed him away and began laughing hysterically with her friend.

"Excuse me," I said standing up from the booth.

"Where are you going?"

"To the rest room. I won't be a minute."

It was the filthiest toilet I'd ever seen in my life. The floor was all wet, there was tissue paper everywhere, and the washbasins had what looked like bloodstains all over them. I tiptoed over the wet patches on the floor and positioned myself in front of the urinal. When I had finished I tiptoed back to the washbasin and turned the tap on with one finger, avoiding the bloodstains at the edge. After washing my hands I walked over to the electric dryer and pressed the button. The hot air lasted for about two seconds before switching off again. I pressed it again and the same thing happened. In the end it must have taken me about five minutes to get my hands dry.

As I walked out of the toilet I decided that we'd have the one drink and then go. I didn't fancy having to use the facilities here again. As I approached the booth I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks. There were two men sitting with my wife. One had pulled up a chair, while the other was actually in the booth with her. I could see one of them peeking down Amy's low cut dress and staring at her cleavage while he talked to her. I couldn't tell for sure, but it looked to me like the other man had his hand on her thigh. To my surprise, instead of looking distressed, my wife was actually giggling and smiling at them.

I quickly rushed over and stood in front of them. As I did so I saw the one in the booth place his hands on the table. I was pretty sure he had been touching Amy's legs until he saw me coming.

"What's going on?" I asked giving a piercing look to both guys.

"Oh Jason, this is Mike and Eddie. They thought they knew me from here before."

"Before?" I asked.

"Yeah," the one named Mike said. "Anyway, it was good to see you again Amy."

As they walked away I sat back in the booth.

"Come on, let's get out of this dump," I said.

"What for? What's the problem?"

"Jesus, you'd think they'd come up with a better routine than that. As if you used to be a drinking buddy in the good old days or something. I saw that guy pawing you, while his friend stared at your ****. Why didn't you tell them to get lost?"

"Hey, first of all no-one was pawing me at all. That must be your imagination. Secondly, I can't help it if someone looks at my ****. Hell, it happens every day. When I'm at work, when I'm out shopping. That's just what you men are like."

"Well, you didn't have to encourage them like that, laughing and smiling at them."

"Why not? They were pretty funny. It was just a laugh. Come on, you remember what that's like, surely."

Something in her tone made me back off slightly. I didn't want to turn this into another generation gap argument. I guess she was right, they were just having a bit of fun. I used to do the same sort of thing when I was their age, so what was the problem? They probably didn't know she was married and they did leave quietly when I came along. When I first saw them there I thought I might have had to get physical with them.

"Okay. Fair enough. But I still think that if someone's trying to chat you up they could have come up with a better line than the old 'haven't I seen you somewhere before' routine."

"Well, actually I think they had. They might have done, anyway."

"What? Where?"

"Here, a few years ago."

"Here? What were you doing here?" I couldn't believe my wife had ever been in a sleazy dive like this place before, especially as she didn't have any black friends that I knew of.

"It was years ago, before we were married. I only came in once or twice."

"Yes, but why?"

"It was when I was in college, I came with Heather. You remember Heather."

I remembered Heather all right. I was so pleased when she moved out of town shortly after we were married. I knew right away that she was a very bad influence. I never once saw her when she wasn't wasted on drink and drugs, and she always seemed to have a new boyfriend every week. It was as if she just chewed them up and spit them away.

"So why did you come here though? What's so special about this place?"

"Nothing," she said quickly, too quickly.

"There is a reason, isn't there?"

She looked intently at me for a moment then seemed about to speak, but she kept her mouth closed. I thought about the way she had looked nervously around her when we first sat down, as if she was worried that someone might recognize her.

"Come on. What is it? You can tell me." "Maybe if you get me another beer. Maybe I'll tell you," she said, finishing off the rest of her beer as she gave me a long lingering look.

I immediately figured that there was nothing in it and that she was just trying to intrigue me so that we would stay here for another round of drinks. Either way, if I told her we were leaving now we would only end up fighting, so I didn't see a good reason not to go along with it. When I got to the bar I saw the two guys who were pestering my wife were now after the two teenage girls I'd seen earlier. Mike was rubbing his hands against the *** of the blonde, who kept trying to push him away. Eddie had his arms around the other girl and was pulling at her boob tube, while she tried to step back from him.

I looked at the bartender, expecting him to do something, or at least say something to stop them molesting the girls, but he simply stared at the goings-on with a big grin on his face. By now Mike had pulled up the blonde's skirt from behind and I could see the firm cheeks of her ***, barely covered by her skimpy panties. I hate it when men treat women like that and I thought about stepping in to push him off her. I stood there looking at them for a few seconds. I couldn't take my eyes away from her ***. I felt an erection stirring in my pants. It was disgusting, loutish behavior on the guy's part, but I couldn't deny that what I was seeing was turning me on.

Just as I had made up my mind to break it up, the girl managed to get free of his grasp. To my surprise, instead of being angry or afraid, she just giggled and told him not to be so naughty. I should have known that they were probably going out together. It was just that I thought they had been flirting with my wife, and why would they do that with their girlfriends nearby? Perhaps it was true, and they did know Amy from before. I quickly ordered a couple of beers from the bartender and hurried back to the booth, carrying the bottles low in front of me to hide my erection.

"I didn't realize those two guys were with their girlfriends," I said to Amy as I sat down opposite her.

"Are they? I didn't see any women in here apart from those two teenagers."

"Yeah, that's who I mean. The teenagers."

"Are you sure? Eddie told me he'd never seen them before."

"What? Why were you talking about them?"

"Oh, well, I just said something about me being about their age when I was last here. He said that they'd tried it on with them earlier, but that they didn't seem to be 'up for some fun', as he called it."

"Oh, so they thought they'd try it on with you instead."

"No, well, maybe. He was probably getting me mixed up with Heather."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, what do you think I meant? I guess he remembered that one of us used to be 'up for some fun' when we used to come here, and he probably thought it was me."

"So you weren't, but Heather was?"

Amy nodded slowly.

"And what were you doing, while Heather was having some fun?"

"I just used to sit at the bar and drink really."

"Nothing else?"

"No, not really."

I knew she wasn't telling me the whole story, but I decided to change tack.

"What did Heather do then exactly?" I asked.

"Oh, you know, she just flirted with the guys a lot. The usual sort of thing."

"Yeah? Well, I've just seen the way those guys like to flirt with girls. It wasn't just sly winks and a bit of banter. They had their hands all over them."

"Did they?" she asked, and suddenly giggled. "Lucky girls."

I couldn't believe she had just said that. I also couldn't believe how much it turned me on to hear it. I pictured in my mind her and Heather as teenagers in this bar, dressed in skimpy clothes like the girls who were here tonight. The men would have been swarming over them like flies. Would someone have tried to lift her skirt as well? My erection became even harder than before.

"Did the men in here do that sort of thing to you too?"

Amy paused for a second, as if pondering her response. "You mean grope me?"

"Tell me what they did," I asked.

She took another gulp of beer and then sighed heavily.

"They didn't really do much to me. It was mainly Heather. She would let them get away with anything. The first time we walked in here a guy came up behind us and patted her on the ***. She just laughed and said it was a really nice friendly place. After that the guys were all over her."

"And over you as well at the same time."

"Yeah, I suppose so."

"So did they feel up your ****, your ***, what? What did they do?"

"Oh, it wasn't that bad," she said, but I could see in her eyes that she was lying.

The funny thing was that she was scared of telling me, fearful that I would think less of her, when really I was dying to hear her tell me. My heart was beating very fast and my **** was throbbing hard.

"Come on baby," I pleaded. "I really want to know."

She looked down at her dress, as if trying to remember, or perhaps she was working out exactly how much she would let on to me.

"Well, sometimes they'd get fresh with me. You know, grab my ***, that kind of thing."

"Is that all?" I asked, with disappointment in my voice.

"It turns you on, doesn't it? The idea of all those strange men touching me."

I didn't want to admit it, but she was right. My **** was hard and I was dying to **** her. I couldn't wait until we got home. Hell, I felt like doing it right now. I almost suggested us going into the rest room and doing it there, like we did once or twice in the early days of our relationship. Then I remembered how dirty it was in there.

"Listen, why don't we go home?" I asked, begged almost. I would have thrown her on the bed and ravished her as soon as we got in, but Amy had other ideas.

She grinned at me. I knew that she could sense she had some power over me now. Her eyes lit up and she reached under the table, reaching for my crotch. She firmly squeezed my ****, then looked up at me.

"I can't help it. The idea that you used to let all those black guys touch you, it really turns me on. Did it happen a lot?"

"Mmm, yes. Every time we came in. Sometimes they played with my **** as well. They'd rub their hands against my nipples until they started poking out of my T-shirt."

"So they didn't just grope your ***? They felt your **** as well?"

She nodded and was about to say more when the dark haired girl suddenly came into view as she headed for the jukebox. The girl was leaning over, choosing her selection, when Eddie suddenly pressed into her from behind. He was actually grinding away at her *** while he held her by the hips. They both had their clothes on, but it was almost as if he were ******* her right here in a public bar.

"Was he one of the ones who used to grope you?" I asked.

"I don't know. Maybe. I do remember seeing him and Mike in here a couple of times, so he might have been. I can't remember all of the ones that did it."

"What? You can't remember? How many were there?"

She took a long drain at her bottle of beer and looked down at her hands.

"Look, there was quite a lot, okay."

"How many? Ten? Twenty? A hundred?"

"Jason, it was a long time ago. Before we were married. Before I'd even met you. Does it really matter how many of them there were? It was only a bit of flirting and petting."

I looked over at Eddie dry-humping the girl at the jukebox. The girl was trying to push him off her, without much success.

"Is that the kind of flirting and petting you're talking about?" I asked.

"Look, I used to let them fondle me a little, through my clothes. They would touch my *** and my ****, but that was all. I never let them take off my panties."

"Did you let them kiss you?"

"Yes."

Originally she had only admitted that they used to pat her on the ***. Now they were kissing her and playing with her ****. I couldn't help imagining that there was more involved, more that she wasn't telling me. I wanted to take her home, ***** her naked and force the truth out of her.

"God, I can't wait to **** you," I said. "Let's get out of here."

"You go if you like. I want another beer," she said, taunting me with her eyes as she lifted the bottle to her lips and finished it off. "Do you want another one?"

"You took us here on purpose tonight, didn't you?" I asked, suddenly thinking about the way she had acted distracted throughout the movie, as if she had other things on her mind.

"Maybe," she replied with a teasing grin.

"But why?"

"Well, you know, I'd sort of been thinking about it lately. I just wanted to see if it was the way I remembered it."

"And is it?" I asked.

"Pretty much. So are you going to stay, or are you going home alone?"

I looked at her. What would she do if I left her here? Did she want to be left alone?

"I guess I'm staying," I sighed as I watched her walk to the bar.

There was a noticeable sway to her walk. Partly it was down to her drinking so fast, but she also seemed to be swaying her hips, being deliberately sexy. Eddie turned away from the girl at the jukebox and followed my wife up to the bar. He stood behind her and said something making her turn around, smile and reply to him. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but they were definitely flirting with each other.

The girl turned away from the jukebox and looked daggers at my wife. The girl may have been younger and dressed more sexily, but Amy had something special, something that always made heads turn. The girl sauntered up to Eddie and my wife and interrupted their conversation. Eddie said something to her and she stormed off, dragging the blonde away from Mike as both girls left the bar.

After a few moments Amy returned to the booth and passed me a bottle of beer.

"What happened there?" I asked.

"Oh, that silly little girl got jealous, for some reason. I guess she thought Eddie wanted to get in my panties rather than hers."

"She was right though, wasn't she?"

"I don't know," she replied, lifting the beer bottle to her lips and drinking from it slowly, eyeing me across the table as she did so. "Why, do you think he wants to? Do you think he wants to get in my panties? Do you think he wants to **** me?"

"Yeah, I bet he does. I bet he wants to **** you. I know I do," I said, my erection straining against my pants. I looked over to the bar. Mike and Eddie were standing there staring at us.

Amy grinned at me then lifted her leg to rub her foot against my **** under the table.

"Is this the way you used to tease the men back then?" I asked.

"Sometimes."

"You used to touch their *****?"

"Maybe," she replied coquettishly.

"And they didn't try to **** you? You let them kiss you and grope your **** and your ***, but they didn't want more?"

"I never said they didn't want to **** me. I'm sure they did. That doesn't mean I had to let them. What do you think? That I lay out on the pool table and let them all take turns?"

"I don't know. Did you?"

"You don't believe me then."

I don't know what I was about to answer but before I could reply Eddie and Mike had approached our table again.

"Mind if we join you?" Eddie asked. "Looks like our dates have gone home for the night. Seems like they're a little pissed off with us."

I was about to tell them to leave us alone, but Amy quickly said "Sure," and stood up so that Eddie could take the seat at the end of the booth. I expected Mike to sit down beside me, but he sat down on the same side as them, so that Amy was hemmed in between them. I gave my wife a look, but I didn't want to cause a scene by telling them to get lost.

"Nah, not girlfriends really. We just hooked up with them tonight. They were kinda boring anyway. In the old days girls who came in here knew what to expect, you know what I mean?" he said giving Amy a pointed look.

I knew right away what he was getting at and I didn't like the way this was going.

"Yeah," said Mike. "I remember when you'd see a girl in here for the first time, walk up to her and give her **** a friendly squeeze. Then you'd go on from there. There wouldn't be no need for flowers and chocolates. If you liked the look of a girl's *** you'd just go over and..."

I waited for him to move his arm away from her, but he kept it there, resting against the strap of her dress, playing with it with his fingers. I watched Amy's chest rise and fall, her cleavage visible to all of us. She was clearly excited.

"I already told Jason about this place. What went on here. What it was like."

"Oh yeah? And what did you tell him exactly?" asked Mike, looking at her intently.

"I told him how guys used to…" she looked at me nervously for a second then continued. "How you and other guys used to touch me…touch me and kiss me… How you used to grope my **** and my *** in front of everybody."

It had turned me on before when she had told me what had happened, but that was nothing compared to how I felt hearing her saying those things in front of these men. I knew now that these were some of the men who had touched her. I had never met any of Amy's ex-girlfriends before, and now I was face to face with two men who had kissed her and groped her and treated her like some kind of sex toy. She had told me about her old boyfriends before, but she never admitted to so much as kissing a black man. She looked so apprehensive about how I might react that I reached under the table to squeeze her knee, to reassure her that everything was okay, but instead of her knee I felt a man's wrist. Eddie quickly glanced at me. He must have had his hand between my wife's thighs. He stared at me for a few moments and then smiled knowingly. If I was going to do or say anything it would have been then, but I did nothing, and we both knew what that meant.

"And what did Jason think about that then, when you told him?" Eddie asked Amy, while he looked at me.

I couldn't answer. I was totally unprepared for all this. I knew that Eddie still had his hand between my wife's thighs. I wondered if he had reached up her skirt to her panties. His other hand was still playing with the strap of her dress. I watched in stunned silence as he pulled it down over her shoulder. It rested half way down her arm. The dress stayed up because of the other strap, but one of her breasts was now spilling out a little. I could clearly see all of her bra on one side, and so could Eddie and Mike.

"His **** was all hard when I was telling him about it," Amy continued, ignoring what Eddie was doing. She seemed to be in a daze, almost unaware of where she was and what was happening.

"He got an erection thinking about other men touching me and kissing me and groping me. Didn't you Jason?" she asked then suddenly turned to Mike and Eddie. "But he thinks that more must have happened. He thinks I must have let you all take turns ******* me. He thinks I let you drag me on to the pool table and rip off my clothes and **** me."

"Is that what you think, Jason?" Mike asked.

"Don't you believe her? Don't you believe your own wife?" Eddie looked at me with a mocking eye.

"No," Amy said. "He doesn't believe me."

"Honestly Jason, we just fooled around a little," Mike said. "You know a little kissing and cuddling, like this."

Suddenly Mike pulled my wife's head to the side and mashed his lips against hers. I watched in astonishment as her tongue flicked out of her mouth and inside his as they locked in an embrace. I wanted to shove him away, grab Amy and get the hell out of there. I also wanted to stay and watch and see what happened. I sat there without moving. I couldn't believe how much seeing my wife kissing another man turned me on. I began to rub my **** under the table.

As soon as Mike released her Eddie pulled her to him and stuck his tongue down her throat. I could hear her moan softly as they kissed. For the next few minutes both guys took turns kissing her until Amy had to draw back so she could breathe freely again. I could see from her eyes that she was horny. She looked out of control.

"You see," she said to me. "It was just a bit of kissing and stuff."

I watched as Mike's hand began to rub up and down one of Amy's ****, his thumb rubbing against her nipple until it was erect and could be seen poking out of her dress. Eddie began to do the same with the other breast where her dress had fallen away so only her bra kept him from her naked flesh.

I saw Amy raise herself up slightly and I knew that the two men were cupping her buttocks, grabbing and squeezing the cheeks of her ***. They began to take a firmer hold of her ****, pressing against them, moving in a circular motion that pushed her breasts together, creating a deep valley of cleavage. Mike moved his hand up to her shoulder and pulled down the other strap of her dress. Amy dropped her arms to her side so that the dress fell away from her chest completely, leaving her topless but for her bra. Both men went back to playing with her ****. Amy looked at me and laughed slyly.

"You know Jason. It wasn't really like this. When I used to come here I didn't wear a bra. Maybe I should take it off so you have a better idea."

My heart was telling me to stop all this at once. My **** was saying 'Do it. Take your bra off. I want to see your **** naked in front of them. I want to see their big black hands grope your naked ****.' I looked at her expectantly, saying nothing, as she reached behind her, undid the catch at the back then threw the bra across the table at me. For a second I saw her big, marvelous **** displayed for all to see. Then Mike and Eddie's hands covered them up. The two men leant down and began to lick around her nipples, licking and then sucking as they fondled her bare **** in their hands.

"Mmm. Oh yes. I remember how I loved that. Two men sucking my **** at the same time. God, it always got me so horny. Ooooh," Amy moaned.

I knew how much she enjoyed my mouth on her breasts. One of the reasons I loved her **** so much was the pleasure she got from what I did with them. With two mouths on her she must have been in heaven. One look in her eyes and I could see it was true. I'd never seen her look so turned on, so out of control with lust.

I leaned over towards them and looked down at Amy's legs. Eddie's free hand was lifting her dress up over her knees. He grabbed hold of one of her legs and lifted it up so that her foot rested on the table, and then Mike did the same with the other leg. The two men ran their hands down over my wife's smooth legs, forcing the dress high up around her waist, exposing her white panties to me, them and anyone else who walked by. Their hands spread her legs wide apart as they edged closer to her panty-clad mound. I could see how wet she was, a damp patch was spreading across the front of her panties as the two men began to rub their fingers against it.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My wife was usually the picture of modesty. I'd never seen her go topless on the beach or wear a skirt much above knee level since we were married. Yet here she was in a sleazy bar, her **** completely exposed, her legs spread wide apart and her panties on view, as two big rough, black men touched her all over. Amy let out a loud gasp and I quickly looked around to check if anyone had begun to notice the commotion, but no one was nearby.

"Don't worry man," Mike said, noticing my apprehension. "Even if someone sees they won't mind. They won't try to stop it. Not if she's enjoying it. And you can see she is, can't you? You can see how much she likes to play."

My eyes focused between my wife's legs once more. Eddie's fingers were pulling at the side of her panties, pulling at them until an expanse of pubic hair became visible. Mike's hand grasped the other side, and they began to slowly move her panties down, inch by inch. Oh my God, I thought, they're going to ***** her completely naked right here.

Suddenly, Amy reached her hands down between her legs, and held onto her underwear. She looked at me and smiled.

"Stop," she said. "I told Jason I'd show him exactly how far I used to let you guys go, and that was it. I never used to let you take off my panties, did I?"

"No you didn't," said Eddie. His voice had suddenly become mean. "But you were just a kid then, so we let you off easy."

"Yeah," said Mike. "And Heather used to let us all **** her anyway, so it didn't matter so much. But Heather ain't here tonight, is she?"

Seconds later the two men had grasped hold of her hands and pulled them high above her chest. Then they roughly yanked at her panties until they were down around her knees. Amy's mouth was wide open in shock and she looked as if she was about to scream, but instead of that she whispered softly.

"Oh God. You're going to **** me, aren't you? I always thought…I always wondered why you didn't before. I wanted you to rip off my clothes and **** me… **** me like you all ****** Heather… I used to struggle, but I wanted it… Oh God, how I wanted it."

Eddie leaned down and pulled her panties away from her legs, leaving them on the floor. Then he and Mike took hold of my wife and threw her gently down on to the table. Her outstretched leg hit my bottle of beer and sent it flying against the jukebox, where it smashed into pieces. The two men gripped Amy's dress, which was still bunched up around her waist, and pulled it roughly from her body, causing it to tear. I sat in the booth, inches away from my wife's naked body lying on the table in front of me. She looked in my direction, but it was as if she couldn't see me at all. Her eyes were glazed with lust.

Eddie spread her legs wide apart as Mike pulled out his big black **** and got ready to shove it in my wife's *****. In one smooth motion he was in her all the way, causing her to scream in pleasure. Eddie moved around to the side and pulled out his own ****, rubbing it against my wife's face, pressing it against her cheek, until she turned towards him and opened her mouth and began to suck on it. It was the most exciting thing I'd ever seen. Two big black ***** inside her at the same time, one in her mouth, one in her *****, while their hands pressed against her soft pale skin.

I unzipped myself and took out my ****, held it in my hand and began to jerk off, watching the amazing sight before me. I reached over with my other hand and squeezed one of her lovely ****, and then I leaned forward and put my mouth on it, sucking it as her body moved to the motion of Mike's thrusts. Every so often Amy would pull back her head to release Eddie's **** from her mouth, so she could moan freely.

Then her tongue darted out, running along the length of Eddie's shaft, licking him all over, until finally she opened her mouth wide again and enveloped her lips around his ****, sucking it greedily.

It wasn't long before some of the other guys in the bar noticed the commotion. I watched as six or seven men came towards the booth, crowding around us to get a better look at the white woman lying on the table, her legs spread wide as she allowed herself to be ******. When Amy saw all the other men watching us she began to moan louder than before, completely out of control now. She ran her hand furiously up and down Eddie's shaft as she continued to suck the tip, until suddenly her eyes bulged as she felt the first spurts of his come hit the back of her throat.

"Keep sucking it baby," Eddie ordered her as he held the back of her head. "Swallow it."

She did as he asked, gulping as she drank all of his come. Then she looked at Mike, whose motions were speeding up, and her body started to shake.

"Oh… you're going to come aren't you? Oh my God… you're going to come inside me… oh yes… yes." She moaned uncontrollably then gasped as she felt his **** explode inside her, triggering off a series of convulsions as a powerful ****** took over her.

As she moaned and screamed I felt myself about to come and I stood up suddenly, pointed my erection at my wife's face, and spurted all over her. She wiped at it with her fingers, then brought them to her mouth and licked them off. I'd never seen a woman look so depraved.

"Who's next?" she asked suddenly, and before I knew what was happening I was pulled away from the booth.

Two new men were standing either side of her, shoving their ***** against her face, as she turned to suck one then the other. The bartender was directly in front of her, getting his **** ready to enter her *****, as the other men moved closer, their hands groping her naked white skin.

"Hey, man," Eddie spoke to me as he put his **** back in his jeans. "You may as well leave. This is going to take some time. We'll see that she gets a cab home later."

I looked at Amy, who nodded at me. "It's okay," she said. "I'll see you in the morning."

I didn't want to leave, but Eddie and Mike escorted me to the door, pushing me along. Eddie pulled out his mobile phone and dialled a number.

"Hey Bill," he said into the phone. "Get your *** down to Jake's. I've got a nice surprise waiting for you. And make sure you bring all your friends."

As soon as we reached the exit, Mike opened the door, pushed me outside, and locked it behind me. I was left standing out in the dark as I watched them turn around and head to the other end of the bar, back to my wife, spread-eagle, naked on a table, pulling a train for a bunch of black men in a sleazy bar.